i see no city
nothing stretches before me
only the reflections of yellow highway lines
in headlights
rushing past my image in the dull glass
and the dimness of dashboard lights
cast upon the eeriness of your face
(like a green halo)
reminds me of
the shimmering distance
that connects between our silences
and the pulsing glow on the horizon
cannot shorten the breath
in between these spaces
and even if i could still love you
the destination would never equal
the sum of where we came from
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